This year
Storytelling Sunday asks you to "pick your precious". This is how Sian described it ...
Start looking around, see what you love. Pick Your Precious is for
short story tellers and for long. You can take the idea of simply a
photo with a few words; or, if you are a can't-stop-yourself
storyteller, you can expand as much as you like. The thing to keep in
mind is that at the end of the year you'll have a permanent record of
the little things you hold dear - and your family will know why you are
holding onto them! Doesn't that sound like it might be worth it? No more
"Do you really need that?"
Please join us this year. It only takes a minute and even if you only
write a story or two, that will be a few more of your stories written
down. I had a story planned for this month but as it takes place in August I have decided to save it for next month. Don't worry, I have another story AND a question (more on that later).
A little bit of background for you ... In Western Australia at the time of this story Primary School went from Year 1 (calendar year you turned six) to Year 7. High School began in Year 8 and finished at Year 12 (year you turned 17). Compulsory education finished at the completion of Year 10 and many smaller private schools finished there and fed into bigger High Schools that had the facilities to cope with the demands of the final two years. I attended one of those smaller private schools from year 2 until year 10. I then went on to another school for the final two years. These pictures are items that have come out of my shoe box ...
I was blessed to have some fantastic teachers during my school life. I also had the obligatory awful teachers, but they were far less in number. I had my favourite teacher twice, once in year 5 and again in year 7. Mr Mills was the first teacher to actually inspire me to put in some effort. I was one of those students who found school work easy and was often bored. He made learning fun and was born to teach. Mr Mills is now a member of parliament and is showcasing his talents in another arena. My story today doesn't begin with Mr Mills, but with another, Mr Bender.
I had always admired Mr Bender, and not just because of his formidable height of almost 7'! He was my Physical Education teacher for the last few years of Primary School. My least favourite subject was never going to put a teacher in my good books, but as we all attended the same church I already knew that I liked Mr Bender, just not the subject he taught! When I started High School Mr Bender became a large part of my school life as he also taught Social Studies and my favourite class, Media Studies. I attended a very small school and we usually had the same teachers each year for each subject.
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| Assignment Year 8 - It is 26 pages long! |
Social Studies is now called S&E (Society and the Environment) by my children but the areas studied remain similar. It encompassed history, economics, government & politics, geography, and law. Mr Bender taught us to think, ask questions, and search for the truth. We learned the finer points of creating well thought out arguments after thoroughly researching the topic. He organised controversial debates (euthanasia and vivisection among others) and was happy to argue anything from either view point. I remember many of the lively discussions that were a highlight of almost every class. I also remember being guilty of taking the opposing point of view just because I could! He used to say I was going to be a lawyer and he might have been right if my dad wasn't often in need of one at that time (I had no desire to work for free long into adulthood and quickly squashed that idea!). I was always on the winning team in our debates and I longed to be in a school that had a competitive debate team.
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| My photography folder - some of the photos are missing :( |
I chose to take Media Studies as an elective and over three years Mr Bender also taught us journalism, photography, and videography once a week. He is a remarkable individual and exposed us all to the need to learn, seek the truth, and then form our own opinions. At the same time he taught us to respect the opinions of others. You can always try and persuade someone to agree with your point of view, but we each have the honour of having our own opinions. His teaching must have had quite an impact as my next school asked me to represent them in a national public speaking competition after I had been there only one year!
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| We put together a newspaper at the end of our Journalism unit |
To this day I still love to learn and formulate my own points of view. I gather news from a variety of sources hoping that the truth will be buried somewhere in all of the reports. I am very grateful for the lessons Mr Bender taught me. It was more than just facts and figures, he made everything come alive.
If you enjoy reading snapshots of other peoples' lives head on over to Sian and read a few more stories. They are always enjoyable :)
I also promised you a question. It has been circling around in my head for the past week and I would like to hear your opinion if you have one.
At what time in our lives do you think we are ready to learn to think and formulate our own point of view? Do you think that this could be taught in Primary school (or its equivalent), or do you think it needs the maturity that comes with a certain age? Or do you think something entirely different? Is there a specific time that most of us would be open to learn independence of thought? Do you remember when, if ever, that you became a truth seeker? Please don't feel obligated to answer but I would welcome your thoughts. I am curious :)
Chipper
Even with all the themed bits in my kit I really like the colours in my finished layout. It isn't an exact copy of the lifted layout but I like the sense of fun that it portrays. I even used some of my new Sharpie Glitter Paint Pens to draw in some stitching.
They would have come together quicker if I could spell 'infinity'!!! I was talking too much with my friends when one asked if I meant to spell infinity that way? Opps ... third time lucky and it was finally right! LOL My brain had taken a holiday :-)
Now that I am no longer hosting crafting get togethers at the shop, some friends and I meet fortnightly for a bit of crafting, laughs, and sometimes a glass or two of wine. We rotate between three of our homes so that there is a week that someone doesn't have to drive, but there is also no pressure to host if that isn't your thing. The host provides a simple dinner as we often come straight from work or dropping our kids to their evening activities. Sometimes I think that if we hadn't set this up we would regularly be guilty of neglecting time for ourselves.
This last layout is based on a sketch by Shimelle which I did this past Friday. I flipped the sketch upside down as I didn't want the sky in the photo too close to the background paper. We spend so much time laughing and chatting while we are crafting that I am lucky if I get the papers, photo and title on the page. Do you get a chance to craft with friends? If not I would absolutely recommend it, even if it is just once a month and you host it yourself. One of my friends uses it as her UFO (UnFinished Objects) night and she works through stuff that has been hanging around unfinished. It really is more of a social gathering! And we don't limit it to papercrafting ... any sort of crafting will do.
